Croma walked up and down her prison cell going over the day’s events, being that she passed out there wasn’t much of meditate over rolling her eyes at her own lapse in judgement she had passed out again because she forgot to take care of her body again. Her stomach was growling so loud and made her uncomfortable just as much as it did everyone else cringe with just how painful it sounded but first things first, escaping. Thankfully, she wasn’t handcuffed or even restrained in any way but her sword was taken from her apparently and although she could see it she couldn’t reach it. Picking up a sharp pick like rock and began to file it down to a sharp point until it was enough that she could begin picking away at the lock to her cage looking up at the cell window hoping no one caught her before she was out. 

“hmm” she hummed little her lock picking skills a little rusty but it should work out…maybe